©PmcCoywrites 2018


When I thought my day dire.
When nothing good at sight to stare.
I forced my body to free my mind,
So I do nothing but wind;
down the furnace burning me out.


The moment I saw her,
The very minute she shook my hand.
As a clairvoyant I could read her;
mind and every strand;
of hair swirling on her body.


I deliberately destroyed her doting;
when I stayed out of sight.
It became even more glorious I was floating.
'cause I don't want to fly kite.
Like kids trying out paper invention.


I knew I wasn't done cooking;
the *** of beans I have on fire.
Why should I **** a goat for feasting?
When I no longer have the desire,
To live like the boy I was.


For, I was once weak at heart matters.
My holy heart wrecked and left like tatters.
Now no longer emotionally hijacked,
Or be gullible to give myself to her to attract,
By the bountifulness of a woman’s beauty.


I can no longer be a Savage.
Not in my age.
I’ll leave my mouth to eat cake.
And have a bath in a lake,
Spiced with the reddest red wine.


When she was asked her name,
She absentmindedly mentioned my name.
'Tis funny how I got into her head.
Like a disease, I watched its widespread.
                                                                     I left her sick on love bed.


'Tis true I’m not emotionally hijacked,
Like I use to be.
Let me eat my *** of beans in peace.
When the time comes to **** a goat,
I will give a feast to man and beast.